Sonnet
Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:44 pm
Song of the Last Warrior
By:All Grown Up
The city has fallen lonesome and dead,
the people gone; it's darkness instead.
A warrior fights; his heart is strong.
The last of an icon is holding on.
Through the wasteland march him young and weak.
No one is left to hear him not weep.
His spirit is of strength, and utter defiance.
He casts no shadow, and has no alliance.
Let it be clear to those who meet him
he once had friends who would've died for him.
Powerful is friendship to the powerful man.
Hold on young one, as best as you can.
The world may be dark, and the people gone,
but hope is a shadow that won't move on.
By:All Grown Up
The city has fallen lonesome and dead,
the people gone; it's darkness instead.
A warrior fights; his heart is strong.
The last of an icon is holding on.
Through the wasteland march him young and weak.
No one is left to hear him not weep.
His spirit is of strength, and utter defiance.
He casts no shadow, and has no alliance.
Let it be clear to those who meet him
he once had friends who would've died for him.
Powerful is friendship to the powerful man.
Hold on young one, as best as you can.
The world may be dark, and the people gone,
but hope is a shadow that won't move on.